Thank you, Clarice. Thank you.
Tell me his name, Doctor.
Dr. Chilton, I presume.
I think you know each other.
Okay.
-We found her. -Let's go!
It's your turn, Doctor.
-Out. -Tell me his name.
Sorry, ma'am, I've got orders. I have to put you on a plane.
Come on now.
Brave Clarice.
You will let me know when those lambs stop screaming, won't you?
Tell me his name, Doctor!
Clarice!
Your case file.
Goodbye, Clarice.
Ready when you are, Doc.
Just another minute, please.
The son of a bitch demanded a second dinner.
Lamb chops, extra rare.
Wonder what he wants for breakfast.
Some damn thing from the zoo?
Good evening, gentlemen.
-Okay, Doc. Grab some floor. -Same drill as before, please.
Ready when you are, Sergeant Pembry.
Okay.
Hand me that, would you?
Thanks.
Mind the drawings, please.
Thank you.
-Jimmy, watch it! He's got me! -Jesus, Bill!
Jesus Christ!
Ready when you are, Sergeant Pembry.
What is this shit?
-Did somebody go up on five? -No. Nobody went up.
Call Pembry. Ask him...
CP, shots fired on five. Repeat.
-Shots fired on five. -Sergeant Tate.
Holy shit.
What the hell? Bitch!
Shut up.
-Bobby, get the vest. -Right, Sarge.
-Brady, Howard... -Look!
It stopped.
Seal off a 10 block radius.
Get me the SWAT team and an ambulance double-quick.
We're going up.
Pembry!
Boyle!
Oh, God!
Go.
-Clear! -Clear!
Command post, two officers down.
-Clear! -Clear!
Lecter's gone, Sarge.
The prisoner is missing.
Boyle's gun is gone, Sergeant.
Repeat. Lecter is missing and armed.
He stripped the bed. Might be making a rope.
Check all windows.
Where the fuck is my ambulance?
He's alive.
Sergeant Tate, he's alive!
Get a hold of him where you can feel his hands, son. Talk to him.
What do I say?
It's Jim Pembry! Now talk to him, damn it!
Lecter is missing and armed.
Pembry. Pembry, can you hear me?
He took Boyle's gun. Pembry got off one round.
There's a chance Lecter was hit.
Keep breathing in and out. That's it.
You're doing a good job. You look real good there.
Yeah, you look... You look real good.
-You ready? -Let's go.
-Let's do it. -Let's go.
Looking good, Pembry. You're gonna make it.
You're just fine. You're doing all right. That's right.
-Okay, I need that IV now. -Lactated ringers.
Can we get the strap?
Where's the fucking oxygen?
-Looking good, buddy. That's right. -Bob!
Stay with me. Stay with me here.
We're losing him. Downstairs. Take him!
And up!
-Elevator! -Out of the way!
Out of the way!
CP to Tate.
Roger, Lieutenant. Tate here.
I'm on the elevator bringing Pembry down.
He seems to be hanging on.
Top three floors secured.
Main stairwell secured.
We think he's on two.
Tate, are you still with me?
We're pretty sure he's somewhere on two, sir.
That's all for now. Over.
He's on the roof of the elevator.
Okay, guys.
I see him.
There's a gun by his hand. He's not moving.
One warning. We need him alive.
Got him.
Lecter.
Put your hands on your head.
One in the leg.
No movement.
Johnny, hold your fire. We're coming into the car.
-We're opening the hatch. -Watch his hands.
If there's any fire, it'll come from us. Affirm.
Got it.
Memphis General, this is Medical Unit 26.
We're inbound with a 50-year-old male police officer
with severe facial lacerations. Weapon unknown.
We've got grand mal seizure activity, but he's postictal now.
Copy that.
Vital signs are good. Pressure is 130 over 90.
-Ninety? -Yeah, that's right. 90.
Pulse, 84.
We've got him on lactated ringers running.
And the patient is on 10 liters...
They found the ambulance in a parking garage at Memphis Airport.
The crew was dead.
He killed a tourist, too. Got his clothes, cash.
By now he could be anywhere.
-He won't come after me. -Oh, really?
No, he won't. I can't explain it.
He would consider that rude.
It's over. She's dead.
It's not your fault it worked out like this.
The thing is that, Lecter said everything we need
to catch him with is right here in these pages, only I can't...
-Dr. Lecter said a lot of things. -He's here, Ardelia.
Is this Lecter's handwriting?
"Clarice, doesn't this random scattering of sites
"seem desperately random? Like the elaboration of a bad liar.
"Ta, Hannibal Lecter."
Desperately random? What does he mean?
Not random at all maybe. Like there's some pattern here.
Yeah, but there is no pattern, or the computers would have nailed it.
They're even found in random order.
Random because of the one girl. The one he weighted down.
-Fredrica Bimmel... -Right.
From Belvedere, Ohio.
First girl taken, third body found. Why?
Well, she didn't drift. He weighted her down.
What did Lecter say about the first principles?
Simplicity.
What does this guy do? He covets.
How do we first start to covet?
-We covet what we see... -Every day.
-Hot damn, Clarice. -He knew her.
-Mr. Bimmel? -That's me.
Hello. I'm Clarice Starling. I'm with the FBI.
I sure appreciate you letting me take a look around, Mr. Bimmel.
I don't know nothing new to tell you.
Police been back here so many times already.
Fredrica went into Chicago on the bus to see about a job.
She left the interview okay. She never come home.
Her bedroom's how she left it.
Upstairs. Door to the left.
He's making himself a woman suit, Mr. Crawford, out of real women.
And he can sew, this guy. He's very skilled.
-He's a tailor or a dressmaker or... -Starling...
That's why they're all so big. He has to keep them alive
so he can starve them a while,
-so he can loosen their skin and take... -Starling.
Starling. Starling, we know who he is and where he is.
-We're on our way right now. -Where?
Calumet City, edge of Chicago. Be on the ground in 45 minutes with HRT.
Oh, that's great news, sir, but how...
Johns Hopkins came up with some names.
We fed him into "Known Offenders."
Subject's name is Jamie Gumb, AKA John Grant.
Lecter's description is accurate. He just lied about the name.
Listen to this.
Customs had some paper on him.
They stopped a carton two years ago at LAX.
Live caterpillars from Surinam.
The addressee was a Jame Gumb.
Well, Chicago's only 400 miles from here.
-I'll be there in... -No, no, no, Starling.
There's not enough time. We want him for murder, not kidnapping.
I need you to link him to the Bimmel girl before he's indicted.
-See what you can dredge up in Belvedere. -Yes, sir. You bet. I'll do my best.
Starling, we wouldn't have found him without you.
Nobody's gonna forget that. Least of all me.
Thank you, sir. Thank you very much, Mr. Crawford.
Mr. Crawford?
Thanks for the scraps, asshole. I got a better idea.
Okay, Precious. Time for a little treat.
Precious!
Come on, girl!
Come on, Precious. Come on, Precious!
Come on, Precious!
I got a yummy, yummy snack for you.
Come on. Come and get it.
Precious!
Are you up there, you little shit?
Come and get it, pretty girl.
Precious. Please come. Come on.
Come on...
Would you fuck me?
Come on. Take that bone. Come on.
Come on. Come. Come on.
I'd fuck me.
Come on.
I'd fuck me hard.
I'd fuck me so hard.
No.
Is that a good job, FBI agent?
You get to travel around and stuff? I mean, better places than this?
Sometimes you do.
Freddie was so happy for me when I got this job at the bank.
Toaster giveaways and Barry Manilow on the speakers all day.
She thought it was such hot shit.
What did she know? Big dummy.
Stacy, did Fredrica ever mention a man
named Jamie Gumb or a Jame Gumb?
-How about John Grant? -No.
Oh, would she have had a friend
that you didn't know about, or...
No way. If she had a guy, I'd have known, believe me.
Sewing was her life.
Did you two ever work together?
Oh, sure. Me and Pam Malavesi used to help her
do alterations for old Mrs. Lippman.
Can you give me Mrs. Lippman's address? I need to talk to her.
So powerful. So beautiful.
Precious?
Down here, you sack of shit!
Put her in that bucket.
No! You get me a telephone and lower it down here. Now!
Poolie-poo. Precious.
Darling heart, are you all right?
She's in a lot of pain, mister. She needs a vet.
She broke her leg on the way down. I know it. She's been licking...
Hey, don't you hurt my dog!
-Don't you make me hurt your dog! -Oh, you don't know what pain is!
Get me a live telephone line down here or the dog's dead!
Damn fuck.
Get me that telephone!
I'm gonna do it, mister!
I'll snap her neck off. I swear to God!
You little fuck.
Down here! Down here!
Help!
Okay, I'm coming.
We're going in.
Good afternoon. Sorry to bother you.
I'm looking for Mrs. Lippman's family.
-FBI! Everybody down! -Everybody down, now!
No. The Lippmans don't live here anymore.
No. Excuse me, sir. I really need to speak with you.
-Clear! -Clear!
What's the problem, Officer?
Well, I'm investigating the death of Fredrica Bimmel.
There's no one here, Jack.
Clarice.
Your name is?
-Oh, Jack Gordon. -Mr. Gordon. Good.
Well, Fredrica used to work for Mrs. Lippman. Did you know her?
No.
Oh, wait.
Was she a great, big fat person?
-Yes. She was a big girl, sir. -Yeah, I...
I may have... No, I read about her in the newspaper.
Mrs. Lippman had a son. Maybe he could help you.
I got his card in here someplace. Do you want to come in while I look for it?
-May I? -Yeah, sure.
Thank you.
Are you close to catching somebody, you think?
Yes. We may be.
Did you
take over this place after Mrs. Lippman died? Is that right?
Yeah. I bought this house two years ago.
Did she leave any records, any business records,
tax forms, list of employees?
No. Nothing like that at all.
Say, has the FBI learned something?
The police around here don't seem to have the first clue.
I mean, have you got, like, a description, fingerprints, anything like that?
No.
No, we don't.
Yeah. Here's that number.
Very good, Mr. Gordon. May I use your phone, please?
Sure you can use my phone.
Freeze!
Put your hands over your head! And turn around! Spread your legs!
Spread your legs! Put your hands in the back! Thumbs up!
Freeze!
Hey!
Hello! Are you there?
I'm down here! I'm down here!
-Catherine Martin? -Yes!
FBI! You're safe!
Safe, shit! Get me out of here!
You're all right, Catherine. Where is he?
How the fuck should I know? Just get me out of here!
Catherine, you've got to be quiet. Now shut that dog up!
Just get me out of here!
Oh, my God.
Catherine, I'm going to get you out of there,
but right now, you listen to me.
I've got to leave this room. I'll be right back.
No! Don't you leave me here, you fucking bitch!
No! Don't you leave me here!
This guy's fucking crazy!
Please!
I've got to get out of here!
Catherine, the other officers will be here any minute now!
Wait!
Don't go! Please!
Quiet!
Oh, God!
No...
-You okay? -Gunpowder. It's nothing. I'm okay.
Agent Starling, how did you track Buffalo Bill to this address?
Clarice M. Starling.
Congratulations.
Ernest W. Stevens.
-Special Agent Starling. -Oh, Special Agent Mapp.
-Phone call. -Thank you.
-Excuse me, gentlemen. -Starling.
Pilch, could you take our picture?
Sure.
Look, I just wanted to say congratulations.
And I'm not much good at this kind of thing,
so I'm gonna duck out of here.
Okay, sure.
Thank you, Mr. Crawford.
Your father would have been proud today.
Don't forget your phone call.
Starling.
Well, Clarice, have the lambs stopped screaming?
Dr. Lecter.
Don't bother with a trace. I won't be on long enough.
-Where are you, Dr. Lecter? -I have no plans to call on you, Clarice.
The world's more interesting with you in it.
So you take care now to extend me the same courtesy.
You know I can't make that promise.
I do wish we could chat longer, but...
I'm having an old friend for dinner.
Bye.
Dr. Lecter...
Dr. Lecter.
Hey, what? Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry.
-Is the security system all set up? -We have the big-shot security.